I won’t bore you with the details of the journey to Australia, I’ll just say that we spent the day at work, Flying from Heathrow in the early evening. We arrived after 2 ridiculously long flights, expecting to feel shattered, but stepping off the plane, all the excitement of being so far from home kicked in, and we couldn’t wait to get going. It was about lunchtime when we landed.
Our first experience of getting a cab was a bad one, and you realise that London style black cabs should be a legal requirement of every major city. Needless to say, our cab driver got lost on his way to the district of Kiribilli, south of the Sydney harbor bridge.
The journey there was amazing though! In that short trip, we got to see the Opera House and drove across the Sydney harbor bridge. What a way to be greeted!
Having found Steve’s house, we used the key he’d left us, dropped our stuff off and immediately went for a walk. The house he’s living in is in such a nice area! The front of his house has a small balcony, overlooking a harbor (not the main harbor), with some lovely boats. We set off for a walk, still not feeling the effects of our journey.
A couple of miles round the harbor, it became lightly wooded, and after a while, I looked up… I’ve never seen spiders that big! And there was a lot too!!! We carried on walking, hoping none of them decided to drop on us. We later found out that the big ones are harmless, it’s the little ones you won’t see that you worry about!
Eventually, we found a boat club at the end of the harbor, where we decided to stop for a beer and watch the world go by.
Steve finished work, and we took a cab back to his house, hey, we didn’t want to overdo it on our first day! Despite having been walking in the shade, I’d managed to get sun burnt. 2 hours, that’s a personal best! Doh!
Our first evening in Sydney got off to a great start, walking across the harbor bridge, and drinking in a bar on Circular Quay, opposite the Opera House called Cruises – recommended to anyone. Watching the sun setting, turning the opera house a beautiful red was amazing, and we couldn’t believe we were sitting there, on the other side of the world watching it.
Later that evening, we ate in a great bar called Cargo in Darling Harbor, before being invited to Steve’s friend’s new flat for some more drinks. Unfortunately, by about 10, the fatigue of travel started to kick in, and we were falling asleep at the table.
